A letter to the man who was made for me,

I hope you've stared at the ceiling

in the early hours of the morning

a few nights or so

because you couldn't get the thought of

my eyes

out of your head.

You lay there in a dreamlike state

and the moon smiles down on you

as you think about

My eyes;

which once held so many mysteries

that you've taken the time to learn

and the truth astounds you.

And despite this,

you don't ever want to stare

into anyone else's

for the rest of eternity.

I hope you can feel your heart swell

like the way an infant tightly

clasps an adult's finger

Not only when you see me

when we're going out on Saturday

and I'm wearing that red dress you like,

and you think I'm beautiful,

But when it's 9'o clock on a Sunday morning

and I am laying beside you

with our limbs tangled

like my hair

messy and unclad,

and I just got done describing to you

how I like the sound of the rain

in the morning

and the night,

and the afternoon,

Because somehow I think it calms

the storm the raging inside me.

I hope you introduce me to your mother

and you can't stop smiling.

We're sitting on the patio in the sweet summer sun,

or in your dining room at Christmas

surrounded by your family

who will someday become my family too.

I've said something that made her laugh

and it's your very favorite sound.

Better than birds singing,

Better than rain falling,

I hope with the exception of her

and maybe your sister,

I will be the only woman

that you would go to the ends of the earth for.

But first,

your mother,

who gave you life.

I hope you love her very much.

I hope I inspire you to be better,

in ways you never thought possible.

I hope you admire my strength,

on the days I seem to fight a little too hard

with the war that is my mind;

and I hope that on the bad days,

you give me the motivation

to fight harder.

I hope when you see me at night

leaning into my computer

with the desk lamp still on,

and the bags creeping under my eyes

you come over and kiss my forehead,

and tell me to keep writing.

I hope one day

you'll give me beautiful things to write about.

I hope you don't waste your money

on a diamond ring,

or a necklace,

or even a single rose,

hoping that it will prove

your love for me.

I hope you know that its through holding me at 3 am

when insomnia holds me hostage,

Asking me to tell you about all my favorite books

even though you've heard the endings once or twice before,

you just love the way my eyes seem to light up,

like the stars coming out of the darkness.

Long talks with my father about trucks,

not only for the sole purpose of impression,

But because you like to see him smile.

Being there when I need you,

never promising to stay forever,

but promising to love me for as long as you can

will you then prove

your love for me.

But more than that,

I hope you know it in your heart,

like you could shout it from the rooftops

but you don't need to.

I hope you know that I have no need

for material things and words held on emptiness,

But a need for

A love so deep,

and so strong,

It could change the world.

I hope it will change my world.

And I hope when I meet you,

It will change yours too.